the smuggler’s bible

Dolores

The rule, as generally accepted, is that the challenger picks the time and their opponent gets choice of contest.

Dolores arrives in the courtyard on the morning of her fourth duel with a coffee in one hand and a waxed canvas bundle under her arm. Eunike is waiting.

“No second this time?”

“All likely candidates refuse to be involved in any way with what they consider a foolish and increasingly embarrassing series of events.”

“Well, I keep saying so.” Dolores drops the bundle and unrolls it on the flagstones. “It’s badminton today. Tomorrow, if you insist again, will be oboes.”